Friday morning, and another week done on my slow descent into the grave. Wacky Russian was thinking about turning forty during our training session the other day, and along with it came the horrifying realization that I will reach sixty before he reaches forty. YIKES, right?
But I really don't mind getting older. I miss the energy and the way my body used to bounce right back from exertion (of any kind) but other than that, I don't mind. I don't even think about myself being the age I am; it's always a bit of a shock to realize I think of myself as being younger that I really am. But other than that surprise, I'm fine with it. I've certainly lived longer than I ever thought I would--being of the generation of gay men that I belong to, I never thought I would live to see forty, let alone get so close to sixty and still be going.
I'd thought about going to Costco this morning but I think I am going to wait until tomorrow. I may change my mind--it's not even ten yet and I don't have to be at the office until two, so there's a window--but right now I'm not feeling it.
I didn't finish "Quiet Desperation" yesterday, but am hopeful for today. I had every intention of getting it done yesterday, but I just wasn't there mentally. Maybe I was being lazy; it's always possible. But I am most pleased about having survived the post-Festival week, quite frankly. That's always tough; not just TWFest/S&S, but after any book event, readjusting to regular life again the next week, while trying to get rested and back to normality, it always difficult. The first few days you're mournful, wishing you could spend every day in the company of writers and readers; then comes the adjustment period. But it usually only takes a week--and is there anything more pointedly 'back to reality' than going to Costco?
I think not.
I also want to finish reading The Underground Railroad this weekend.
And on that note, perhaps I should get back to the spice mines. There's a load of laundry to fold and a dishwasher to empty.
The glamorous life.
Here's a hunk to slide you into the weekend: